[Under rework]
When a seventeen-year-old King Arthur was summoned to rule over Westeros by Merlin, chaos ensues. Will Arthur Pendragon be able to finally snap away his boredom with this new found hobby? Or end up wasting his only chance to become the king and eliminate his boring life?
Join Arthur as he politically gains trust of the people around him, form a new kingdom, start wars among the nations, and maybe even find love along the way.
This fanfiction depicts the MC as a king who builds a new house, House Pendragon, to desolate the nine other great houses and shape the entire Westeros to how he sees fit. Whether that be the greatest thing anyone has ever seen or one that is reduced into ashes.
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Also, this story would also be done in a third-person narrative following the main protagonist, Arthur.
One last thing, this story may vary from being based off the books or the show.
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(Note: I do NOT own the rights to any of these characters. These belong to George R. R. Martin. I'd also like to thank him for coming up with ASOIAF, as it inspired me to write this Fanfic.)
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
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Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.